This piece is dedicated to me friend Rekha who provided me the info and I made it into a story and posted here.
Over the past ten years I've come a long way from a sweet, innocent, extremely naive 18-year old from the strict religious Hindu upbringing to, with the possible exception of my Mausi Rani, the best randi to be found. I left home when I was 18 to attend college in Chandigarh. My parents were very strict; my father is a Saadhu and my mother was a devout Hindu and strict principal.
They only agreed to my going to school there if I stayed with my Mausi Rani, who lived within a few blocks of the college. Rani was only ten years older than me but had a master's degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved of her highly and felt that she, despite being only 28, would be a fit guardian for their sweet little virgin daughter. How little we knew. I arrived at Mausi Rani's house in June, two and a half months before my classes were to begin. She was very sweet and nice and gave me the very best she had. She didn't look at all like the photographs we had of her back home.
Mausi Rani was a foxy woman, and after she taught me how to fix myself up a bit we looked so much alike that men often thought we were sisters. Rani lived in a nice house in a quiet suburban neighborhood and had a chauffeur driven Ambassador. When I asked her how she could afford all of these nice things living by her, she just smiled and didn't say much. Your departed Uncle left me very wealthy and that she were in the "entertainment" industry and she didn't bother to elaborate. She was somewhat mysterious about her work and odd hours. But I was to learn soon enough.
It all started about three weeks after I moved in. Mausi Rani had gone out, dressed to kill and carrying her purple gym bag, as she always did. Alone in the house, I was in her bedroom looking through her drawers for a pair of pantyhose when I found a ten-inch vibrator underneath some of her black-lace panties. I couldn't believe what I had found. I'd heard about dildos and vibrators used by western girls back home, but I'd never actually seen one before, let alone used one. As I switched it on, its vibrations sent a shiver through me and gave me a knot in my stomach. Not expecting Mausi Rani to come home for a few hours, I let curiosity and temptation get the best of me.
I was soon almost hypnotized by the rhythmic vibrations of my new find. Holding the vibrator to my breasts, I could feel my nipples getting harder and my crotch and panties getting wetter and wetter. This was all so new to me, but it felt so good that I just couldn't help exploring my entire body with it. Well, I can tell you it didn't take long for me to strip naked and fall back on Rani's big brass bed with my new toy. I even titled her big mirror in such a way that I could watch myself. After teasing myself with it, I placed the tip of the vibrator into my moist, steaming crack and pushed it gently. As I watched it slowly slip into me, I could feel my vaginal muscles tighten around it. With both hands working that vibrator in and out of my hot little cunt, I was soon beside myself in ecstasy. That after noon I came in one loud and thunderous orgasm after another. It was GREAT!
I felt so deliciously wicked and nasty watching myself masturbate in that big mirror. I was like an addict who couldn't stop. I must have been at it for quite some time. I was so absorbed with ramming that humming fucker in and out of my tunnel of love and moaning like an animal that I didn't hear my Mausi come into the house. You can just imagine my embarrassment when I finally looked up and saw her with one arm up leaning in the doorway, staring at me with a rather wry grin on her face. (She later told me that she had been standing there enjoying my "performance" for about ten minutes.) Before I could open my mouth to say anything to her, I was wracked by another mind-blowing orgasm. I was out of the house for much of the next afternoon, still feeling quite embarrassed. When I returned home around six o'clock, I saw my Mausi's car in the driveway and went straight to my room.
As I entered the doorway I was surprised to find a brightly wrapped package on my bed. Attached to the package was a note which read: "Since you seemed to enjoy mine so much, I thought it was time you had one of your own, baby. With love, Rani." I ripped into the package to find a beautiful ten-inch vibrating dildo. I rushed downstairs to find Rani waiting for me in the living room. She was standing there, feet apart, hands on hips, and wearing a short purple silk sari that barely covered her shapely ass or her proud, jutting, 38-inch breasts. She had that by-now-familiar coy, seductive smile on her face. She stood before me--wanton, raw sex personified. Rushing up to her, we embraced. I knew this was going to be quite a night, one that I'd never forget and that would change me forever. After our touching embrace, Mausi Rani went to the kitchen and returned with a silver tray of banana's, cucumbers, loki, two chilled glasses, and a bottle of wine.
Next she dimmed the lights, lit some candles, and put a tape on the stereo. I shouldn't have been surprised that it wasn't a musical tape, but the erotic sounds of heavy fucking and sucking that Rani and one of her lovers had made. For the next half hour I sat on the sofa opposite Rani as she made an erotic show of sucking the bananas, cucumbers. Occasionally, between slurping banana and sipping wine, she would slip her hand down to finger her twat, and then slowly suck the pussy juice from her fingers. After some more of this, she stood up and said, "It's time we expanded your horizons, sweet baby." She took me by the hand and led me into another more private room.
